Sprite Baseball

A small sprite sits down on top of the mast of the "guide of Goldcroft" watching the crowd to try suppress his boredom.

Every now and again, a careless citizen would drop a gold coin and Pins would, speedily dive down and scoop it up.

With a whoop of delight, Pins spots the jackpot, something very shiny that the fishermen seem to be passing around between each other. Taking a deep breath Pins launches himself off the mast and dive bombs his way towards the fishermen who seem completely obvious to anything anywhere near as daft as this.

With a cackle he swoops down and swipes a silver scaled fish from a startled fisherman and makes his escape down the docks, so chuffed with his daring "catch of the day", he doesn’t watch where he's going and hits a town guard full on in the face.

The town guard's visor on his helm snaps down with the impact of the sprite falling into it. The man stumbles backwards with the surprise of a sprite smacked in the face and getting stuck in his helm, clawing at his face and screaming that a bat was trying to eat his face.

This leads him into a backwards path with large stack of barrels....that he hits...that fall...and rolls down the dock at breakneck speed. The guard pitches to one side as one of the barrels hit him square on the top of the head.

As Pins lifts up the visor of the now-unconscious guard he manages to spot about a dozen kegs rolling down the docks towards a crowd of terrified citizens.

One citizen is not terrified as the barrels bounce their way towards him.

At the last moment Eyedol has a few larger barrels undercut his legs and hits the ground with a rather large OOMF! Eyedol gets up, dusts himself off grumbling, all the while holding his nose as a trickle of blood seeps from it.

The young sprite flutters about 8 feet into the air to get a better view of the unfolding carnage. All in front of him, he can see people running away, hear screams of the terrified and smell the odor of ale. So amazed at the chaos that is down to him he just hovers there shocked. He doesn’t even notice as Eyedol raises a foot and smashes one of the kegs underfoot sending a flood of malted hops into the sea.

Not even when Eyedol Shouts “Alright.. Who’s the ogre brained clutz that let them barrels loose?” And scans around for someone to step forward (as if they would) does anything sink in.

What does click with Pins though was when the town guard comes to his senses and points at Pins and shouts "That's the idiot!"

Pins' head darts back to the guard with his mouth ajar, he pleads with him to be quiet. Immediately Eyedol comes stomping up toward the two, backhands the guard into the frothy wake and stares down at Pins with malice.

As a large shadow starts to cover Pins and those loud thumping footsteps stop, he realizes he may be in trouble....

'Um... Pins... um... ne voudre parle.... um... erm... common?' Ignoring this Eyedol takes his axe in two hands and swings the flat of the blade in Pins' direction.

Pins has little time to come to terms with his new and short life as a baseball. When the axe flat hits him. With a scream, he flies horizontally backwards to the west in a perfect straight line.

Eyedol mumbles something that sounds like "that better clear the wall" as he squints to follow the shrieking missile.

Along Pins’ fast journey, he clips the sign for the salty seadog and spins unpredictably towards the ground fast....with little to stop the little sprite, his wings now broken and useless a wall greets him quickly and with a thud he hits it back first, cracking the brickwork slightly and putting a painful wince on his face. After a moment or two he seems to slide down the wall and then fall flat on his cold stone cobbles. Eyedol Bellows Forth “Gah! ... didn't clear it...” The half giant stomps off to practice his swing

Pins' blurred eyes are make out is a slightly dented, swinging pub sign and pool of blood coming from where his teeth should be. With one final groan, Pins' forehead crashes on the cobbles and blackness swamps him.

When he comes to again, he is on a cloud, alone in the darkness of Dead Moorgate... with no bloody fish!

Pins!

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